Walking slowly to the coffee shop, after 40 hours of packing, stacking, hauling, loading, driving, unloading, and hefting all of our belongings from the old apartment to the new one in humid, 90-degree heat.
I saw a chair on the street!
Me (excited): "Greg, let's go look at that chair!"
Greg (monotone): "There is no way in hell I am going to carry that chair anywhere."
Me: "Urm. OK baby."
No new chair.